The first vivid memory I have of being elated was in high school. Knowing my personality, I’m sure I’d been elated before, many times. But this one stands out as a defining memory because I wasn’t elated in an event or a present or a trip to summer camp. I was elated in me.
I’ve shared before that I played many instruments, all to mediocrity. Getting both of my hands working on the keyboard was torture and who wants to listen to the slowest rendition of Bach? The flute was fine, but not edgy enough for me. The sax was also fine, but I was not edgy enough for it. Then we have the drums, the guitar, and violin as I sought to be a musician. In junior high I switched from playing in the band with boring Mr. Law to choir, a better fit for my personality and talents.
Let’s also recall another defining memory from 6th grade where I was asked in the kindest of terms to sing a little bit softer as I had a “choir rather than solo voice.” It rang true, and has been a good metaphor for other parts of life as well. In my sophomore year I tried out for a show choir and didn’t get it so I decided to sign up for Forensics (public speaking) and joined the Forensic Team.
In my first meet I competed in “Humor” and had prepared a five to seven minute humor piece based on Erma Bombeck’s book on Motherhood (Yeah, I’m laughing too). I remember returning to our dark school on a cold Saturday after the first meet. Once we got back we were each given the score and comment sheets. Our classroom was out in a temporary building and after I read mine, I stood on the tiny patio and screamed into the darkness.
A primal scream. No words. A scream that said, I AM ALIVE and I WAS MADE FOR THIS and I HAVE NEVER BEEN AS IN TUNE WITH MYSELF AS RIGHT NOW IN THIS MOMENT and GOD, IF IT WEREN’T FOR GRAVITY, I’D BE FLOATING UP TO YOU!
The scores were slightly above average. Nothing special or indicative of my reaction. But I knew I’d finally found my sweet spot. The place where a part of me was released in ways that it just simply is not in other contexts. The flute couldn’t do it. Baking doesn’t do it. Spreadsheets aren’t my sweet spot. But communication (and especially if there is a microphone involved), now we are talking!
Elation is going to be a part of Eden Regained. I don’t think it will be a predominate emotion or that we are going to float around screaming into the wind all day long.
But here is the key difference I see between now and then. Now, we taste and know indifference, the thief who has come to steal elation. Then, we will not be indifferent to people or causes. Nor will be treated with indifference.
Now we nibble, then we will feast on who it is that God has uniquely made each of us to be!
What’s your sweet spot? I love that great variety will exist in the comments :)
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Remember: Love, satisfaction, extravagance, freedom, belonging, recreation, truth, trust, purity, submission and power, unity, kindness, blameless, with abandon, acceptance, celebration, faith, generosity, joy, purpose, empathy, rhythms, hope, elation.